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- No respect for beauty – that was characteristic of today's society. The works of the great masters were at most employed as ironic references, or used in advertising.
- No one thought of anything but themselves. My happiness, my future was the only thing you heard. Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another, and that's what people today are incapable of.
dec 30 2017 ∞
dec 30 2017 +
- Hindi ka tuturuan ng librong ito kung paano magsulat. Buhay ang gagawa n'on.
- Ang rules ay nandiyan para sirain. Nagawa na nila lahat, ba't mo pa gagawin? Nakarating na sila sa Quiapo, ba't ka pupunta doon?
- Eh saan nga ba tayo natututo kung hindi sa mga sakit at sa mga sugat? Ang process at ang karanasan ang importante, hindi ang output o ang pinatunguhan.
- Ang pagsusulat ay isang act of faith. Takot kang tumalon. Gusto mong handang-handa ka na bago ka magsulat. Pero kailanman, maniwala ka, hindi darating ang panahong handang-handa ka na.
- ...ang pelikula ay kasinungalingang makatotohanan.
dec 30 2017 ∞
dec 30 2017 +
- Sal Romano: Should we drink before the meeting or after? Or both?
- Don Draper: Advertising is a very small world, and when you do something like malign the reputation of a girl from the steno pool on her first day, you make it even smaller. Keep it up, and even if you do get my job, you'll never run this place.
- Joan Holloway: You and your boss rely on the willing and cheerful cooperation of a few skilled employees. Never snap, yell, or be sarcastic with them. And above all, always be a supplicant.
- Lee Garner, Sr.: Manipulation of the media? Hell, that's what I pay you for.
- Don Draper: Advertising is based on one thing: Happiness. And you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It's freedom from fear. It's a billboard on the side of the road that screams with reassurance that whatever you're doing...it's o...
jan 20 2016 ∞
jan 20 2016 +
- "It was the cold," Gared sid with iron certainty. "I saw men freeze last winter, and the one before, when I was half a boy. Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice wind comes howling out of the north, but the real enemy is the cold. It steals up on you quieter than Will, and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine and nice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it. It's easier just to sit down or go to sleep. They say you don't feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful, like."
- "Let me give you some counsel, bastard," ...
apr 29 2014 ∞
apr 29 2014 +
- Trains and boxcars and the smell of coal and fire are not ugly to children. Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.
oct 25 2013 ∞
oct 25 2013 +
- Your family's never in your past. You carry it around with you everywhere.
aug 18 2014 ∞
aug 18 2014 +
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